WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING
I remember a story which Pastor Bimbo Odukoya of blessed memory told. It was about a lady (let’s call her Sylvia) who travelled abroad for a course, sponsored by the company where she worked.
There, she met an old flame. Let’s call him Kenneth. Kenneth put on his best charms to seduce her.
Sylvia was tempted.
Her hormones went into overdrive.
This was her first love. And like ‘they’ say, ‘First loves die hard.’
No one would know what she had done.
She would do it once and return back to Nigeria, back to the quiet Christian life she was used to and which everyone identified her with.
But just before she took a bite from the poisoned apple, Sylvia made a phone call.
A call that saved her life.
She called her accountability partner and friend who ‘talked sense into her.’ By the time the call ended, Sylvia did the right thing.
She told Kenneth that she was a NEW CREATURE now. Her body was now THE TEMPLE OF GOD and she could no longer indulge in those things they did in time past.
And Sylvia fled as fast as her legs could carry her. Returned to Nigeria with her sanctification intact.
A few months later, she met an old friend from university days. They exchanged pleasantries and her friend asked if she had seen Kenneth.
“I saw him about 6 months ago in America,’
‘So you don’t know!’
‘Kenneth is in the hospital. He is dying of AIDS.’
Sylvia almost had a blackout. When she visited the hospital and saw Kenneth, now a shadow of himself, she wept as she thought of the close shave she had.
And she was going to do it ONLY ONCE!
If she did and contracted HIV who would she have blamed?
Her company that sent her to take the course?
Kenneth who seduced her?
Her hormones that could not ‘stay still?’
Who would she have blamed?
What do you do when no one is watching?
I ask myself this question as I ask you also.
Think about it.